The Only Young Ones Left

I woke up to find my body sleeping With the pulse of the grass at naked feet A boy and his balloon Hallelujah voices calling out for me All the stars build a map I'm turning back I've made the road by walking Someone else blew an unheavenly trumpet We felt as if embraced by a spell And had already brought chaos back into paradise Brought the chaos back onto the isle The more I found out of you are the one I'm looking for The less I dare to talk about And brought the chaos back onto the isle You are the only young ones left You'll never grow up So bring in the fact that you like her Her perfectly imperfect home You are the last ones under the sun Lucky ones Brought by the tide Her perfectly imperfect home to find Tell the trees and the flowers spread out on me Growing out of my mouth Growing where once my love prevailed I keep on running To deliver us from grief Reversed the roles Of Adam and his Eve